Sofia Robbins Sloan Torres, a child who grew up with two mom's... and a dad. When she was younger, she didn't know it wasn't completely normal to have to moms, but she soon realizes that when she starts school. She gets bullied because of her moms...
I am stuck... In this hospital bed... I hear my family talking, crying, yelling around me, but I can't do or say anything. I just want to squeeze my Mama's hand when she's crying, but I can't. I mentally yell and yell at my body to do something, anything, but it's hopeless. I've lost track of how long I've been like this. A day, a week, two weeks... I don't know. All I know is that my moms are losing hope in me. They sit by my bed, holding my hands, talking to me, but I can hear the hopelessness in their pleas for me to wake up. There's no point. They've stayed awake all night countless numbers of nights, assuring me that everything will be okay, but if it was, wouldn't I be awake now? Wouldn't I be showing any signs of waking up. Who knows? Who can tell me how to get out of this... this state I'm in. Why can't I just wake up? Why can't I just squeeze my hand? I just want to be with my family... I hear someone walk in the room
"Callie, Arizona, I think it's time." It's Meredith.. I think
"Noo!" I hear my mom shout as she begins to sob again
"Arizona, it's been 36 days.... There's no-"
"Don't say it, Meredith!"
"Hope," she finishes. Now, both of my moms are crying, but their cries soon die down.
"We're ready..." I hear Mama call out.... I don't hear any words from anyone.... I don't hear anything until my mom starts to cry softly. Her crying drowns out as I start to feel empty. Like nothing is in me. All life has left me... I don't piece together what is going on until I see my great grandma standing in front of me. She died when I was ten
"Oh, baby, you're home..." I fall to the ground
"Where am I?"
"You're home."
"No, I'm not! Where's Mom and Mama... Luke, Eve, Poppy. Where are they?"
"Not that home... You've finally made it to your forever home."
"What?"
***
Arizona's POV
Today is the day of the funeral. I can't believe she's gone. My little baby is gone. The service seems to be dragging on because I can't stop crying. It's time for me to stand up and give my speech. I drag Callie up with me. I am handed the mic
"Sofia Robbin Sloan Torres... Not an ordinary girl, I can tell you that. She had a hard life. I didn't know it was as bad as it was until I found out about her habits.. Her addictions. She rarely ate... She mutilated her own body. She was getting bullied on school, but never told me or Callie. She was such a great girl. Such a happy little girl. 15 years old and she's gone. It's unbelievable. Upon cleaning out her room after her death, Callie and I had found notes... Horrible notes saying that she should kill herself. That she didn't deserve to live. Never did I think, she would succumb to something like that. Right after we pulled the plug on her, I started making something for this. A video. I edited this from all of her vlogs... She loved to vlog..." A video starts to play over her casket. Videos of her laughing and talking as Sweet Child of Mine by Guns N' Roses plays. She loved Guns N' Roses. Next thing I know, we are driving to the burial site. People talk about how amazing of a girl she was and then it's time to go home. It's only been a few days since Sofia died, but I already miss her. She was so young. And she's gone... Never to return. I'm sure she's up in Heaven having fun with her Great Grandma Jo. I guess I was staring off in space because Callie places her hand on my shoulder
"You doing okay?"
"Not really, no..."
"I know, it's hard. Hopefully, she's in a better place."
"Yeah.. Hopefully..."
***
It's only been a month. Callie and I are back at work. Everyone always looks at us as if we are crying even though we aren't... Except for that one day I actually was crying, but that's beside the point. One day, I'll be in a good mood, not thinking about Sofia being gone and someone will go and ruin it by mentioning it and making me come to realization that she really is gone. Everyone always walks up to our table during lunch and tells us how sorry they are for our loss and that they're praying for us, but today, no one has walked up to us.
"Looks like the 'I'm so sorry for your loss's are finally dying down."
"That might be because I went off on an intern today because she brought up a memory of Sofia without thinking about it and I broke down crying in the middle of a surgery."
"Oh..." I bite down on a carrot
"I just... I don't know what to do anymore.. What if Luke and Eve and Poppy get bullied to?"
"Look, we know a lot of their friends and their parents and none of them seem to act different towards us or the kids."
"What about when they get older? New students come into school all the time. What if that one new kid drives Luke to kill himself too one day!" Everyone in the lunch room turns to look at us because Callie started yelling
"Calm down, Calliope. It'll all work itself out."
"But what if it doesn't?"
"Then we'll deal with it then."
"I love you."
"I love you, too." She leans in to kiss me on the lips. I deepen the kiss by putting my hand around the back of her neck. Someone clears their throat. We turn our heads towards the way of the sound and it's the chief
"Oh, Chief.... Sorry."
"Sorry, Chief."
"Dr. Robbins, Dr. Torres."
"Yes?"
"Just wanted to give you two my deepest condolences. I know how hard it can be to lose a child of your own."
"Thanks, Chief."
"Thank you, Chief."
"Do you mind if I sit?"
"No, go ahead." He pulls out a chair and sits next to us.
***
I am at home waiting for Callie to get home from work. I have been watching the last video that Sofia took over and over again... Her suicide note. I hear the door open and keys jingle as they are thrown onto the coffee table. The oh so familiar groan right before the bedroom door swings open
"Soo... tired..." She flops down on the bed, next to me. "Watcha watching?" She asks as she sits up, trying to see what I'm watching.... As soon as she sees what I am watching, she slowly shuts my computer. "Zona... Come here." I don't move. "I know it's hard, Zona. She didn't deserve any of that..." A tear starts to fall down her cheek. I turn towards her and kiss her on the lips
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(I didn't know that people still wanted me to write this story... I'll start to update this one again. I'm writing other books at the moment. You guys can go check those out too if you want.)
